Catfight [Feather (Harper)]
Jan 7, 2014 20:59:59 GMT -5
Post by Nemona on Jan 7, 2014 20:59:59 GMT -5
Winter is taking its toll on the atmosphere. The chilly wind whipped at the rosy cheeks of a little girl and ruffled her light grey hair (which appeared as a dull shade of green in the sunlight). The seven-year old shivered and pulled her over-sized coat closer to her body. Sighting a white, cardboard sign with scarlet letters, the child scurried over to it. It listed the times the races were to start, and one was to start soon. Her pulse quickened as she looked up at the wooden bleachers. People were slowly starting to fill the seats, chatting and laughing away.
A race! The girl had never been to a Pokemon race before. Was it exciting to see the Rapidashes dash with muted clops of their hooves, to hear the hot breath they exhale as they struggle to overtake the Pokemon in front of them? It must be, or why else would the newspapers proclaim the winners of these races in huge, blaring headlines?
"Seems fun, I suppose. Are we going to stick around and watch a race?" the Chatot on the girl's left shoulder asked. He really didn't get the point of watching some horses run around a track, but if his owner didn't get into any trouble while she watched, then there didn't seem to be any harm in staying for a little while. The seven-year old turned her head to look incredulously at her 'guardian'. "Well, yeah! Why else would we be here?" Sometimes this Chatot just didn't get the most obvious things. What else would she do here, rob the cash box?
Well, she didn't really know what purpose the cash box served as. The child only knew that there was a box that, well, stored money. Although what kind of money, she didn't know. It didn't matter anyways. The seven-year old started to make her way to the wooden bleachers, to find a seat before there was none left.
A race! The girl had never been to a Pokemon race before. Was it exciting to see the Rapidashes dash with muted clops of their hooves, to hear the hot breath they exhale as they struggle to overtake the Pokemon in front of them? It must be, or why else would the newspapers proclaim the winners of these races in huge, blaring headlines?
"Seems fun, I suppose. Are we going to stick around and watch a race?" the Chatot on the girl's left shoulder asked. He really didn't get the point of watching some horses run around a track, but if his owner didn't get into any trouble while she watched, then there didn't seem to be any harm in staying for a little while. The seven-year old turned her head to look incredulously at her 'guardian'. "Well, yeah! Why else would we be here?" Sometimes this Chatot just didn't get the most obvious things. What else would she do here, rob the cash box?
Well, she didn't really know what purpose the cash box served as. The child only knew that there was a box that, well, stored money. Although what kind of money, she didn't know. It didn't matter anyways. The seven-year old started to make her way to the wooden bleachers, to find a seat before there was none left.